It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related a tale of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards. During the afternoon, adventures in the park during the dark hours gave Delia a taste of sex with strangers.nnChapter Seventeen: The Actor's TalennAfter dinner, the guests made their way into the lounge where coffee was ready with mint chocolates and liqueurs. The brandy decanter and port were placed on the centre table for the guests to help themselves. After everyone had settled down with their chosen partner, Julie invited Jake to tell his story.nnJake was an actor, a milk chocolate coloured young man of African origin, with a strong-looking forward thrust of his thighs. All the women guests had sampled the delight of his powerful, handsome cock sliding in and out of their well-lubricated vaginas, and some had tasted the copious emission from it. Enid in particular, had savoured the delicious sperm, rolling it round her cheeks and under her tongue, before allowing it to trickle down her throat with a cat-like smile.nnWith a friendly face, those smoky dark eyes coloured people often have, close-cropped curly hair and a firm jaw, he was fully relaxed. His six foot frame, seemingly all legs and arms, lounging all over the cushions of the settee. He glanced round the couples as they settled together. It was incredible to think that, since he had become stranded with the company manager, Emma, in this isolated, high-class roadhouse, he had screwed all the women there with the exception of Gertie. She was curled up beside him on a settee, her left breast visible in the top of the gown she was wearing.nnHaving inadvertently gate-crashed an exclusive week-end orgy party, with couples from the society pages of the glossy magazines, he couldn't believe his good fortune!